Post by ..::Mist::.. on Jan 6, 2008 10:34:34 GMT -5
You ask me my name, it is:
Winterrose
I have walked the earth for:
20 moons old
Am faithful only to:
RainClan
I am and always shall be:
She-cat
I am proud to be a:
Warrior
At a Glance:
White with a few brown tabby spots.
See how I act:
They say I have never grown out of kithood. Perhaps it is true but really, why shouldn't I be playful and happy? I don't see the use of it, you can get just as much done by being happy and playful as being serious and dull. So yeah, I am not the kind of cat to get depressed about stuff, I like to be happy and so happy I am. I love to play with anyone I can, wether it be a kit, a warrior, or even just a leaf.
I don't see the use of fighting, though I am able to fight if I have to. I'd rather just talk my opponent into thinking that it wasn't worth fighting. I'm usually pretty good at talking others out of bad tempers. I am a pacifist by nature, fighting is both vile and useless I think. It would be much better if everyone could just get along.
I am nothing like a perfectionist, quite the contrary, I don't see the use of fussing over things. As long as it is done it is fine by me. Cats say that nothing seems to dampen my spirits, well I must admit I'm not one that falls over and dies just because something goes wrong. I always find a bright side to it.
I am a firm believer in StarClan. Really, who couldn't be?
See how I look:
My pelt is mostly white, pure white. On my forehead there is a smudge of brown and then I have a brown tail tip and spot on my side. The brown isn't just brown, it has some black tabbish stripes that crisscross it. My fur is of a medium length, being warm in the winter and a little on the hotter side in the summer. Sometimes I wish I could just pull my pelt out, though a dip in the water does help a lot. Ahh, water...
I have a body that is slight of build. I have small dainty paws to match also. I am light boned, making me a quick mover so that despite my lack of strength, I am a pretty good fighter.
My ears are on the larger side, looking a little strange in fact. My eyes are as blue as the sky on a clear spring day. My nose is pink and my claws are the same white as my pelt.
Hear the story that I hold:
I was born in RainClan to a loving mother. I never knew my father, most say he was a loner though. My mother, Ashenhaze, was not a happy bouncy thing, but she didn't detest me for my happy ways. She was of a more serious nature, so I'm guessing that I get my nature from my father.
I was named Winterpaw when I was six moons old and was assigned to a mentor who was quite serious. He, Bearclaw, tried to squelch my happy-go-lucky nature, but didn't succeed, though I did doubt myself for a moon. After that moon though I kept up my playfulness, much to the irritation of my mentor.
Nonetheless, I was named Winterrose at the age of 12 moons, and since then I have been a loyal warrior. I haven't had an apprentice, indeed I think that I would do an ill job at it since I rush through things so. I don't really mind.
When I was 15 moons I met Gorsefur, he was a great warrior and I loved him. I still love him but he is now with StarClan. He died fighting faithfully alongside our leader during a battle. I was pregnant with his kits when I heard the news, and was rather saddened. I was sure that had I been there I could have saved him, but then I remembered, if it was StarClan's will then how could I have prevented it?
I had my kits named them all after plants and flowers. I had five kits, but one died in birth. The last four I named after Gorsefur's most favorite plants, for yes he was one of those toms that loved plants.
Those I know and knew:
Ashenhaze/mother/alive
Bearclaw/formermentor/alive
Gorsefur/mate/dead
Pansykit/daughter/alive
Reedkit/son/alive
Cherrykit/son/alive
Mintkit/daughter/alive
Winterrose
I have walked the earth for:
20 moons old
Am faithful only to:
RainClan
I am and always shall be:
She-cat
I am proud to be a:
Warrior
At a Glance:
White with a few brown tabby spots.
See how I act:
They say I have never grown out of kithood. Perhaps it is true but really, why shouldn't I be playful and happy? I don't see the use of it, you can get just as much done by being happy and playful as being serious and dull. So yeah, I am not the kind of cat to get depressed about stuff, I like to be happy and so happy I am. I love to play with anyone I can, wether it be a kit, a warrior, or even just a leaf.
I don't see the use of fighting, though I am able to fight if I have to. I'd rather just talk my opponent into thinking that it wasn't worth fighting. I'm usually pretty good at talking others out of bad tempers. I am a pacifist by nature, fighting is both vile and useless I think. It would be much better if everyone could just get along.
I am nothing like a perfectionist, quite the contrary, I don't see the use of fussing over things. As long as it is done it is fine by me. Cats say that nothing seems to dampen my spirits, well I must admit I'm not one that falls over and dies just because something goes wrong. I always find a bright side to it.
I am a firm believer in StarClan. Really, who couldn't be?
See how I look:
My pelt is mostly white, pure white. On my forehead there is a smudge of brown and then I have a brown tail tip and spot on my side. The brown isn't just brown, it has some black tabbish stripes that crisscross it. My fur is of a medium length, being warm in the winter and a little on the hotter side in the summer. Sometimes I wish I could just pull my pelt out, though a dip in the water does help a lot. Ahh, water...
I have a body that is slight of build. I have small dainty paws to match also. I am light boned, making me a quick mover so that despite my lack of strength, I am a pretty good fighter.
My ears are on the larger side, looking a little strange in fact. My eyes are as blue as the sky on a clear spring day. My nose is pink and my claws are the same white as my pelt.
Hear the story that I hold:
I was born in RainClan to a loving mother. I never knew my father, most say he was a loner though. My mother, Ashenhaze, was not a happy bouncy thing, but she didn't detest me for my happy ways. She was of a more serious nature, so I'm guessing that I get my nature from my father.
I was named Winterpaw when I was six moons old and was assigned to a mentor who was quite serious. He, Bearclaw, tried to squelch my happy-go-lucky nature, but didn't succeed, though I did doubt myself for a moon. After that moon though I kept up my playfulness, much to the irritation of my mentor.
Nonetheless, I was named Winterrose at the age of 12 moons, and since then I have been a loyal warrior. I haven't had an apprentice, indeed I think that I would do an ill job at it since I rush through things so. I don't really mind.
When I was 15 moons I met Gorsefur, he was a great warrior and I loved him. I still love him but he is now with StarClan. He died fighting faithfully alongside our leader during a battle. I was pregnant with his kits when I heard the news, and was rather saddened. I was sure that had I been there I could have saved him, but then I remembered, if it was StarClan's will then how could I have prevented it?
I had my kits named them all after plants and flowers. I had five kits, but one died in birth. The last four I named after Gorsefur's most favorite plants, for yes he was one of those toms that loved plants.
Those I know and knew:
Ashenhaze/mother/alive
Bearclaw/formermentor/alive
Gorsefur/mate/dead
Pansykit/daughter/alive
Reedkit/son/alive
Cherrykit/son/alive
Mintkit/daughter/alive